I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Why isn't it hot dry noodles anymore?"

After washing up, Fang Qing opened the takeout bag and took out the soy milk and a bowl of noodles.

Burning noodles.

The soy milk is still hot.

"Didn't we have hot dry noodles yesterday? I think this noodle shop tastes pretty good."

"how do you know?"

"I saw it in the online reviews."

Doesn't the hotel offer free breakfast?

Fang Qing asked, "Even though you've become part of the elite class, you haven't forgotten your original aspirations."

Jiang Chen chuckled as Qingmei turned on the TV while she was washing up, "Don't you even look at the time? We can have lunch soon."

Ok.

The hotel offers free breakfast only during certain hours.

Fang Qing moved a chair over. "With such heavy rain, you're still going to buy it yourself?"

How would a normal person respond in this situation?

He would definitely go along with it, saying how hard he had worked, but after witnessing Fang Qing's trustworthiness, Jiang Chen was probably ashamed to lie.

"I ordered takeout."

No wonder he was so clean.

only--

"Then what are you going out for?"

"The hotel does not allow takeout to be delivered upstairs."

Ok.

But wasn't the girl who was arrested last night also a food delivery worker?
Fang Qing was not a picky person. On a windy and rainy day, she woke up to a hot breakfast. What more could she ask for?
Fang Qing sat down. "What about yours?"

"I have already eaten."

Jiang Chen, dressed neatly, sat at the foot of the bed watching TV. "I thought you wouldn't get up this early, so I ate in the lobby downstairs and chatted with the hotel staff for a while."

Fang Qing's lips curled up slightly.

True care is not expressed through sweet words, but rather melted into the subtle details that nourish the soul.

"What did we talk about?"

Fang Qing removed the seal.

"Let's talk about the police arresting people last night."

Jiang Chen laughed: "The hotel staff said that although the rule is that takeout is not allowed to be delivered upstairs, they usually turn a blind eye. It is only because of what happened last night that they have to start to strictly enforce the rules."

"Would hotel staff casually discuss these things with outsiders?"

"You know I'm very approachable."

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at Qingmei, who was wearing a bathrobe and casually crossing her legs. "By the way, I extended the room for another day."

Fang Qing brushed aside her hair, lowered her head to eat her noodles, and without asking why, the person who had taken it upon themselves to explain.

"We have to check out at 12 o'clock here. I didn't know how long you would sleep, so I extended the stay. Besides, the weather isn't suitable for going out."

A rainstorm has trapped me here...

If "Chinese Paladin" were to be broadcast on TV at this time, it would definitely create a great atmosphere. Of course, I'm referring to the first version. All the later versions are just bad sequels, or in short, garbage. But "Chinese Paladin" and "Princess Pearl" are both stories from one or two decades ago, so they can't be rebroadcast.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's alright. Better than the hot dry noodles here."

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded, "Great minds think alike, but I still think it's not as good as Fatty's Noodle Shop."

Would you like some more?

Fang Qing looked up.

"Thank you. I'm full."

Fang Qing seemed to have a poor appetite, and stopped eating after eating only about half of what she had eaten.

"Loss of appetite?"

Jiang Chen asked tentatively.

I'm not very hungry.

Fang Qing took the soy milk, got up, walked back, and lay down on the bed.

Jiang Chen understood.

A person who hasn't rested well can't eat much, and he was the same way.

Did the two of them actually sleep for five or six hours last night?

Some experts and media outlets have even started to claim that adults only need six hours of sleep a day to achieve ideal health.

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

There's no need to argue about right or wrong. It's very simple: just let the whole family of the person who advocates this theory put it into practice first. It doesn't need to be for too long; let them set an example by demonstrating for a month first.

They've really gone to any lengths to encourage their oxen and horses to work harder.

"Suck it."

Fang Qing lay back on the bed, leaned against the headboard, and watched TV while biting on the straw of her soy milk.

In fact, happiness in this world is sometimes just that ordinary and simple.

"What are you looking at?"

Jiang Chen held the remote control, aimlessly changing channels.

"casual."

Fang Qing asked, "When did you get up?"

"A little past ten o'clock."

Aren't you sleepy?

Jiang Chen forced a bitter smile. He had actually slept less than Qingmei last night. After he fell asleep, Qingmei quickly drifted off to sleep, but he had been lost in thought for an unknown amount of time.

"I was so sleepy, but your call woke me up. I thought it was Uncle Fang, so I quickly got up, only to find out it was some damn spam call."

"Pfft."

Fang Qing smiled and sipped her warm soy milk. "If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear. What's there to be afraid of?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Chen turned his head, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Heroine."

Fang Qing remained calm and covered her mouth, yawning. Jiang Chen looked away and turned down the TV volume. "If you're sleepy, go back to sleep."

"Isn't that a waste of life?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle. Why was this girl imitating him?
"Weren't you trying to persuade me just a few hours ago? What you said made a lot of sense. What is the definite purpose of life? Is working hard necessarily more meaningful than getting a good night's sleep?"

Fang Qing remained noncommittal and took another sip of soy milk.

"Something exciting."

"A horror movie?"

Fang Qing nodded repeatedly, her bright eyes filled with anticipation. "Okay, it's been a long time since I've seen it."

It's more than just a long time.

It must have been many, many years.

"The ghost movies these days are not worth watching. They are all just a bait and switch. They start off with a lot of fanfare, but in the end, it's either about family and friends seeking revenge or about mental disorders."

"How about we watch Wolf Warrior?"

Jiang Chen made the suggestion.

Although he is not a party member, he has a strong sense of patriotism.

If a standard room is a normal situation, it wouldn't be unreasonable for two men staying in the hotel to watch patriotic movies to relieve their boredom on a rainy day when they can't go out. But Fang Qing is a woman.

"It doesn't look good."

"Wolf Warrior isn't good?"

Jiang Chen was surprised by Qingmei's frank evaluation, "Have you seen it?"

"I haven't seen the whole film, but I've seen clips."

After a pause, Fang Qing added, "But I know that tanks have rearview mirrors."

Jiang Chen, who was about to say something, choked up, then smiled wryly, no longer intending to persuade him further.

"I'll just watch horror movies."

She hasn't changed. She's had a special fondness for horror movies since she was a child. While other girls were crying their eyes out over Korean melodramas like "Autumn in My Heart" and "Stairway to Heaven," she was munching on sunflower seeds and staring intently at the terrifying zombies in Hong Kong movies.

To be honest, Jiang Chen's courage has definitely grown. Only he knows that his childhood nightmares were not doing the elite tutorials, but being dragged by Qing Ge to watch movies. The feeling was so intense... As a man, he couldn't show his fear. Even though he was panicking, he had to pretend to be calm and collected. Heaven knows how many nightmares he had because of this.

"Didn't I tell you? Horror movies these days have gone astray; they're all just making things up."

"Who told you to watch the current shows? Can't I watch the old ones? Can't I watch foreign ones?"

Fang Qing noticed something was amiss and asked, "Are you scared?"

Actually, Jiang Chen isn't as concerned about saving face as he was when he was a child, but the key thing is that he's become bolder.

When I was a child, I was genuinely afraid, but I gritted my teeth and refused to talk about it. But now—

“You know Duanmu, do you know what he does? Even when Zhenzi comes, he has to tie his hair up, stand tall and march in formation. I’m at least half her apprentice.”

"Cough cough..."

Fang Qing choked on her soy milk and coughed repeatedly, her face flushed. Jiang Chen quickly got up and went over to her, patting her back, "Are you alright?"

Fang Qing caught her breath and asked, "So, are you going to look or not?"

"If you want to see it, then go ahead and watch it."

"If you don't want to watch it, that's fine. Don't act like you're risking your life to accompany me. I won't force you."

"What does it mean to risk one's life for a gentleman? It means to not take it seriously."

Jiang Chen pointed to his face and explained his facial expressions, "If your eyesight isn't good, you should get glasses as soon as possible."

Fang Qing didn't argue with him. "Let's watch a comedy. Stephen Chow's."

"I've watched each one at least ten times. Still not tired of it? Watching horror movies is perfect for this weather."

Jiang Chen sat back down on the edge of his bed, holding the remote to the TV. "But they probably won't be showing any old ghost movies, will they?"

"Are you stupid? Can't you cast your screen?" Fang Qing bluntly stated.

Ok.

Jiang Chen put down the remote and picked up his phone. "What are you looking at?"

How about "The Old Corpse in the Mountain Village"?

That's what makes Qinggege so remarkable. She always did this: seemingly asking for opinions, but in reality, she didn't offer any extra options.

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Chen's expression froze for a fraction of a second.

Like most people, this classic horror movie was also a childhood nightmare for him. He gritted his teeth and endured other horror movies, but this one was different. At that time, VCDs were still popular. Fang Qing rented the disc from a DVD store and watched it. She estimated that Jiang Chen hadn't even watched half of it when he made an excuse about having an upset stomach and went home to use the toilet. He never came back.

Western-style horror with stimulating visuals.

Chinese-style horror strikes straight to the soul.

Chu Renmei can be considered the pinnacle of Chinese horror.

It's worth noting that when Fujiwara Reiki was performing a ghost dance for Mr. Jiang at the Hengsheng Group headquarters, the background music from this horror movie was playing.

Otherwise, Mr. Jiang's palms wouldn't have been sweating. It wasn't that the performance of Mr. Koda, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, was superb; it was simply that his very DNA was stirred.

"Didn't we see that before?"

"You can't watch it again just because you've seen it? It's been so many years, I've almost forgotten it, and I don't think I even finished watching it back then."

"Yes, you had an upset stomach and went into the bathroom for a long time, so I went back."

Qinggege's memory wasn't perfect either. Upon hearing someone's words, a thoughtful look flashed in her eyes, but she didn't question it.

"It's a deal then, we have to finish watching it today."

Is WHO afraid of WHO?

Jiang Chen deliberately found high-definition resources, then took off his shoes, leaned back on his bed, and turned off the lights, including the bedside lamp strip, to achieve the best effect.

outside the room.

The wind howled mournfully.

The sound of rain was mournful.

In a remote mountain village, there is an ancient and terrifying legend.
Some say a horrific tragedy once occurred here; some say the land is stained with blood, haunted by lingering spirits; still others say... if you comb your hair in front of a mirror at midnight, you can see her—

The woman with long, flowing hair, a deathly pale face, and bloodshot eyes...

She's back...

As I watched the projected image on the TV screen, accompanied by a low, slow narration, and saw a group of people appear in the room playing games, my dead memories instantly resurfaced.

Under the light of the television.

The two people lying on their respective beds both looked rather pale. (End of Chapter)